Hat is my best friend
Had a hair disaster today, Now everybody who sees me with my hair will think that I am a geek with no sense of style, .. which I actually am, but still…..
I still couldn’t believe this could happen. I went to a hair salon, and the hairdresser could not speak English! One of the worst parts of being in this multi-lingual country,
First of all, I don’t know even know whether I can call this person a hairdresser, considering the fact that he was a 40-something guy wearing short and ugly-looking sandal. I should’ve bailed when I saw him, but I have not had my coffee, so my reaction to anything was usually 30-minutes late.
Then I tried to explain to him that I want to cut just a little of my hair, to which he did not respond. I kept explaining this to him, until I finally said the word “trim”. Then he smiled and shout “Ah! Trim!” like he just won a jackpot. Still I was clueless then.
And then he cut the back of my hair really short, then I realized that he did not have any idea of what I explained to him just now. I then tried to explain again to him, using a combination of Malay, English, Chinese and lot of hand gestures. After a minute of explaining, I could see that he’s now sure that he was confused.
I wanted to scream at him, but I did not think that was a wise thing to do to a man who held scissors on your head. So I just gave up and let him do whatever he thought cool to my hair.
At the end, I could say that I got quite a perfect haircut, for a chess club. However, I did a little bit of this and that with a gallon of hair gel, and now it’s quite ok. Just that I probably will wear hat more often now.